"Everybody line up," yelled the sergeant. "We've got some mail here to deliver to some of you." He went down the row and handed a large envelope to several of the privates. When he got to Gordon, he told him it was probably his absentee ballot papers. "Do you know who you are going to vote for? It better not be that son-of-a-bitch FDR! That's all I got to say."
Gordon had grown up in a small town in western Illinois. After high school graduation, he worked for a while at a job. Then, he realized he would probably get called into the Army. So, he decided to enlist. Maybe he would have some better options if he enlisted. He wasn't particularly good at athletics or technical stuff. He was kind of clumsy. But, he knew how to write. Perhaps he could use his skill there.
It was 1944 when the sergeant handed him his papers so he could complete his absentee ballot. He was a young man and voting for the first time. But one thing was certain in Gordon's mind, he did intend to vote for FDR regardless of what he was told.
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